It was my first time writing about him, it was interesting... It took me a long time to find an idea and in the end, I had too much to say and it was hard to stick to poetry! x)


Celegorm

Unto world's end!
oh the glory of that night!
oh the beauty of the scene!
he swore too, with haste
for they were in the right

and against all, they would wage war
if needed!

Ah, if only he had known, then
that indeed
death and woe unto world's end
they would bring

would he have wavered?

No! for their cause was right!
and he did not care
if all hated them
they were the sons of Fëanor!
And like their father
they would not yield

no matter what

no matter what…
Oh, of course, he knew
that they were wrong
but
they had been deprived of their rights!
Crownless
Landless
and the three Silmarils in the north
always haunted them

A greater wrong it would be
to break their Oath
and renounce their last heritage

Unto world's end
they would fight
and stand proud
for it was all they had left.

Until…
Fairness in the midst of the woods
was to be found
and suddenly he knew no more
what was he to do?
The Elf-maiden captured his soul
and enchanted his steps.
But she refused herself to him
What was he to do?

He tried, still
to have her
no matter how wicked it was
surely, her fairness would clean him
but just like the jewels
she escaped from him!
she flew to the north!
and a human took everything from him

Everything he held dear
he was suddenly deprived of it
and this human got his hand on a Silmaril!
while he was left alone!
Unfair!

and so he cursed him
and swore to never forget his oath again
Unto world's end!
he would get back this Silmaril

For it was their right!

Bitterness darkened his heart
and slowly, slowly
his fairness became nothing but a word
estranged to him
something he carried on his face
a reminder of a long-forgotten past

Unto world's end!
ah, what a relief it was
to finally be free of all doubt and shame
a chance to get back the Silmaril
from those he hated
– the son of this cursed human
and the people who closed their door to them

he could get his revenge

Unto world's end!

world's end…

Ah
so it was coming
finally…

how bitter
but at last, it was over
he could rest
and awaken again
and ran in the forest of Valinor again
in many many years
(but what was time to an elf?)

Except
he could not leave yet
a regret inhabited him still

The two children!
what had become of them?
they had been taken
where?
why?
because of him!
because of his hatred for his family!

He had to retrieve them
but
he could not move

Someone…
someone had to search for them
and let him find peace
please
someone had to
bring fairness back into this world.

He never wished for this end

.
.

Bitterness.